I remember you said life is a song
I wrote all those songs about us and the spring...
Like notes on a piano,
Like songs, from the conch in her hand...
The music singes my soul
but it doesn't burn me out...
Upon a horse
Death will ride...
Sound unscrews spine of the universe.
I ran after her while she was crying...
The train rolls on with no one aware,
over the boy with his dishevelled hair...
This is how I felt when
You stopped looking my way...
You forced me into having photos taken of me...
they had to be of me like that...
I tore myself to pieces,
To find some piece of mind...
Passionless anger, the fire inside
Beat at walls, inside my head...
I try to forget
the day we kissed...
Movement in the dark,
Whispers In the night...